April 3, 2013 - 8:15am
Comedian/Poet/Writer Raanan Hershberg gave a moving and hilarious performance last Saturday that ended with audience members leaping up to clap for him.
A couple years ago, comedian Raanan Hershberg made his way over to some of my open mic variety shows, and I was blown away by his stage presence.
March 22, 2013 - 12:21pm
Poetry pants? Oh, I think we are indeed going to wear them soon. Suit up this Monday, March 25th, for the 21c Reading Series featuring writers Frank Bill and James Arthur at 7:30pm.
Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. Here is the picture in my head for this sentence: a human face with the whitest white skin – this is where people use the word “milky” – translucent, fluorescent in brilliance. An incredibly white human face with its...
March 8, 2013 - 3:29pm
Spotlighting the performance of Spoken Word art, the month’s InKY Reading Series will feature Truth B. Told, James Wallace and contributors from The Moth. Stop by The Bard’s Town tonight for true poetry performance.
I’m shaking.I’m shaking right now.I’m shaking right now because I’m cold. No. Because I’ve had too much coffee. No. I’m out of breath from dancing in the workplace. It’s the inflammation from my blitzkrieg of fresh tattoos. I...
February 14, 2013 - 12:49pm
Aspiring poets pursuing the timeless art of stanza craft at Spalding’s MFA program will join the fine folks at A Reader’s Corner Bookstore this Saturday, February 16th, at 4pm for a special reading of their work.
Valentine is Henry Miller’s middle name.Last week I told you I would revisit this. Last week I told the entire spindling World Wide Web that I would make something of this perfect and most fortuitous of monikers on this most saccharine of sainted holidays. I love Henry Miller....
January 23, 2013 - 4:23pm
Oh it’s just a new year and new line up of poets and art and independent flair in this joint. Join Daniel Khalastchi and Craig Morgan Teicher for the 21c Reading Series kicking off tomorrow, Thursday, January 24th at 7:30pm.
My hands feel dead. They’re raw shellfish attached to my wrists, cold meat with thin skin. I don’t know how to survive winter in this body. My bones make Cold on the inside, somewhere next to the fresh red blood cells, and I can’t find anywhere in the world to be...